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A mechanical piano stood against the log wall, and books and magazines, dog-eared with use, littered the table; and Norcross, feeling the force of Nash's half-expressed criticism of his "superior," listened intently to Mrs. McFarlane's apologies for the condition of the farmyard. "Well," said Berea, sharply, "if we're to reach Uncle Joe's for dinner we'd better be scratching the hills."
I'm in the service now." "The mischief you are!" exclaimed the other. "Where's Tony?" "Gone for his mail. He'll return soon. What are you doing over here, may I ask?" "I'm here as guide to Mr. Moore. Mr. Moore, this is Norcross, one of McFarlane's men. Mr. Moore is connected with the tie-camp operations of the railway." Moore was a tall, thin man with a gray beard and keen blue eyes.
Now the silhouette of the sky-line was dancing before his eyes. In the moonlight he could clearly make out the passing of a driven herd. It came on, losing itself in the shadows of a distant trough. Again it appeared. More distinct now. He whistled under his breath. They were coming from the direction of Dug McFarlane's and it was a large herd.
I found one's nest once an' I took the three eggs out an' slipped them under a hen that Mother McFarlane had settin'. It was at Long Lake post, Mother McFarlane was the factor's wife, an' I was his clerk. The eggs had been sat on a long time an' they hatched out before the hen eggs. Ye should have seen Mother McFarlane's face when she caught sight of them chickens!
The carpet round his chair was littered with cigarette-ends and with the early editions of the morning papers. An open telegram lay upon the table. "What do you think of this, Watson?" he asked, tossing it across. It was from Norwood, and ran as follows: Important fresh evidence to hand. McFarlane's guilt definitely established. Advise you to abandon case. "This sounds serious," said I.
Buchan's kirk there's nane taken into that fellowship unworthily, as far as man can judge." "He would be a wise minister that got at all Advocate McFarlane's sins, I am thinking." "Dinna say all ye think, James. They walk too fair for earth that naebody can find fault wi'."
But with regard to this letter what was Mr. McFarlane's advice on the subject?" asked Jane. "To take no notice whatever of it; for that it would only bring trouble and discredit on me if she was no impostor, and be a very foolish thing if she was.
It is a hobby of mine to have an exact knowledge of London. There is Mortimer's, the tobacconist, the little newspaper shop, the Coburg branch of the City and Suburban Bank, the Vegetarian Restaurant, and McFarlane's carriage-building depot. That carries us right on to the other block. And now, Doctor, we've done our work, so it's time we had some play.
It's in view, I guess, of McFarlane's expressed indifference to Peters' cattle grazing on his land. Let Peters acknowledge he has no rights. Then let McFarlane enter into an agreement that Peters can run his stock on his land, the right being non-transferable. I should put the whole thing in writing." "An' a darn good an' honest decision, too," cried Dug heartily.
What the student, in Duveneck's and McFarlane's time saw going on round him in Munich was, as well as I could make out, chiefly balls and pageants. To this day I cannot help thinking of life in Munich as one long spectacle and dance. Duveneck, who could talk with calmness of his painting, was stirred to animation when he recalled the costumes he had invented for himself and his friends.
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